Chapter 1049: Chapter 1049

Chapter 1049:

“What do you want to do?” Rhys gripped her shoulders tightly, speaking in a low voice.

“Do you think they’ll get better if you act like this? No. You’ll only make them feel worse! Did you see Tonya? She also feels terrible, but she masks her feelings, not wanting you to be weighed down by guilt and self-reproach. What do you want to achieve by acting like this? Do you want everyone to share in your sadness?”

Rhys was determined to bring justice for Ritchie and Bart, and he felt Harlee’s self-condemnation was pointless.

Harlee’s eyes finally sparked with life at his words.

Her heart gave a small tremor, and she glanced up at him, as if wanting to speak but unable to find her voice.

She understood that those around her would be affected by her sorrow.

But did that mean she couldn’t be sad? Was she expected to be the unyielding leader who wouldn’t show vulnerability under any circumstance? Why? She was a real person with emotions. She had a family that cared for her and friends who meant the world to her. So why was it wrong for her to grieve? Did being a leader mean she had to bottle up all her emotions? Why should she?

Rhys stood before Harlee, seeing her bloodshot eyes. Initially, he felt she shouldn’t let her sorrow consume her, but now, a feeling of understanding washed over him.

He softened his tone, though his face remained firm.

“I’ll ensure justice is served.” In addition to making Matteo and those traitors regret ever being born, he would make sure that everyone linked to them experienced the same fate.

“No. I’ll handle this myself,” Harlee responded with unwavering resolve.

“If you interfere, I’ll deal with you myself.”

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“Alright, I understand.” His voice softened, the earlier frost replaced with warmth.

Rhys sat in a chair by the bed, leaning back as he silently watched her.

“Has the rescue operation begun?” Harlee asked expressionlessly. She didn’t directly mention Matteo, trusting that Rhys would understand what she meant.

At Harlee’s words, Rhys uncrossed his legs and remarked, seeking some form of recognition, “I’ve already arranged for someone to ‘rescue’ Matteo.”

“Does Bart have any relatives at all? Even those we haven’t traced yet?” Harlee pressed.

“None.

He’s completely alone. When I first met him, he was already orphaned,” Rhys replied.

A wave of sorrow washed over Rhys.

Bart had been one of his earliest allies, and Bart’s condition weighed heavily on his mind.

However, he forced himself to set aside the gnawing regret. Time was slipping away, and he resolved to see Bart’s wishes through before his impending demise.

Rhys clenched his fist tightly as he wrestled with the storm of emotions churning inside him.

Despite his efforts, a note of bitterness crept into his voice.

“Five years ago, Bart tracked down his missing sister.

But by the time he found her, her captors had denied her care for too long. She had mere days to live. Their reunion lasted barely three days before he was alone once more.”

Harlee’s chest tightened at Rhys’ words.

An indescribable pain clawed its way up her throat, and she retched.

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